"But now, we're tired of this city, and so are you."

His indifferent gaze swept over the disheveled audience, most of them wounded, with highly lethal weapons lying haphazardly on the ground, hinting at the bloody and brutal history that had unfolded.

The Lord of the Flies filled his glass and continued recounting the remodeling plan.

"As you all know, I, Andre, and Lilith have no children. All of you are cheap lives that I have created using flesh and blood."

"And there's nothing to be proud of about being human. You're all trash, I can throw you away whenever I want. Does any idiot think they're in a normal and strict social system? From the moment you're born in this city, someone is destined to take on the responsibility of being a stepping stone. Before, it was those fools, now it's the high-ranking people who enjoy wealth."

Beelzebub scanned them, his smiling face revealing a dark crack beneath, a crack that held only hunger and mad malice.

There was complete silence. No, there were still some sounds. He Yu was complaining to Bamke about why they didn't even put sauce on their barbecue, just sprinkled some cumin and chili powder on it and called it a waste of their time. He said they had no sense of public decency.

As for the others? It's perfectly normal for them to feel cold all over right now. They might even tell themselves that it's probably just... a performance for a play. After all, there's always a group of people in this place who can be placed at the bottom and used as they please. It's all a joke.

But soon, they would recall those crimson, twisted creatures and be unable to imagine what a person had gone through to be tortured like that; it was completely beyond the comprehension of normal people.

Beelzebub stared at the group and said coldly, "However, you still have a chance to send those evolving new inhabitants back to the ditch forever to die as livestock. This is Lilith's expectation and test for you."

"You should have realized long ago that everyone has their place in this world. Wealth and life may sound good, but under the power of truly enormous forces, they are nothing more than disposable toys."

A deathly atmosphere permeated the crowd. Everyone had witnessed the horror of those monsters—some of them were even transformed from humans, possessing the ability to think. Just hearing the word "evolution" was enough to guess what kind of disaster was about to unfold.

There is no such thing as an opportunity; it's just a nicer way of putting it.

“Well then,” Beelzebub loosened his tie and said with utmost composure, “have fun, everyone.”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to want to raise a glass in celebration, but suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.

Lilith stood at the front door, holding a gun, the safety off, the muzzle pointed at her forehead.

She was wearing a floral print dress, and her face was somewhat obscured from a distance, but she looked elegant and charming under the colorful light of the chandelier.

Then she smiled at Beelzebub and said.

"Go to hell, all of you."